because he dreams.

but sure as hell doesn't sleep.

welcome back to this blog. it's time to get back on the wagon. because i like this wagon.

why am i back here? two reasons. one: my other blog will likely be consistently gloomy for the next few posts, as i slowly trudge through my inner mind fluff. two: it's high time i kick my ass back into shape. and fitness goals are really the only other thing on my mind anyway.

and i've got a game plan. which i may or may not discuss. we'll see.

which is my critical fail point. i need to regulate my sleeping habits. and why am i failing? because i am SO OVER homework. like, SO OVER. like, oh. em. gee.

fackk.

so here i am, 3am, wrapping up a bitch of a fucked up lame blah report that is due in fifteen hours. a report that means passing or failing a course. a report that i've had for a month now...

shush.

and as such, my fitness goals suffer drastically. i'll likely arrive home from school tonight at 6pm, and cave into a coma at about 6:05pm, skipping my 30k bike ride. *huff*.

SO.

oddly, and appropriately, enough, my first fitness goal is SLEEPING REGULARLY.

hear that homework? you can't be my number one anymore.

*siigh*.

WE ARE SO CLOSE PEOPLE.